Twenty Seventh Nightfall
"Are you that special person, Nong Flynn?" Prama asked Flynn and anxiously waited for his response.
"Would Beau like the fact that you go behind his back asking me this?" Flynn threw a question instead of answering.
"He went behind my back to see you at your penthouse once yet I don't have the right to know who you really are to him?"
Flynn gritted his Timth. It's his fault. "He came to me as a friend. I asked him to."
Prama scoffed. He threw an angry glare at the younger man. If Flynn was just anybody, he would have had his tail curled under him by now.
"Did Beau live in I'inizio with you, Nong." Prama continued his questions.
Flynn knows he can't leave without telling the man what he wants to know. If Beau couldn't tell Prama, maybe he should. "Yes."
